To you, little one.

 It's been three months.

That's one month longer than I was with you.

I miss your sparkling brown eyes.
I miss your gorgeous long lashes, softly brushing your cheeks.
I miss your little brown hands running through my short hair.
I miss your tiny brown arms wrapped tightly around my neck.
I miss the sound of your little brown feet pitter-patting down the hall in the morning.
I miss your laugh, one of the best sounds my ears have ever heard.
I miss sticky kisses at breakfast.
I miss afternoon nap time snuggles. 
I miss evening bath time.

I wonder if you miss our lullabies.
I wonder if you still waddle around the house.
I wonder if you still spit out your carrots and refuse to eat them.
I wonder if you still get excited to drink water from your sippy cup. 
I wonder if you have spoken your first words.
I wonder if you still blow kisses like I taught you.

I bet you're still as sweet as ever.
I bet you're loving with all of your little baby heart.

I miss you dearly.
And you know what, sweet baby boy?
I am so thankful that our God let me love you.
I am so thankful that He allowed me to be your 'mommy' for a little while.
Even if you won't remember me for much longer, even if you've already forgotten me.
I am so thankful that He has chosen a special, perfect family just for you.
Just for you because you are His.
He loves you unbelievably and unconditionally.

And I love you much, dear little boy.